07 June 2008

Where does the little bird go when he jumps from his branch? Does he fly with eyes wide open, ready to seek out fresh discoveries? Does he revisit familiar nests from some long-forgotten springtime? Or is he content to pay his fare, hop the D train, and rest his eyes until he and his weary flock reach Coney Island? They say Coney Island is lovely this time of year. But even walking along this familiar boardwalk, one can't help but hear the beckoning waves of Bora Bora.